Scraped

I scraped my knee again.

Mom is going to be angry.

She’s going to count to ten

So I’ll enter the house, ending my play abruptly.

.

My knee already hurts but she’ll still scold me.

I’ll get banished to my room like Rapunzel trapped in the tower.

She’ll ground me indefinitely

Though I don’t know what that means.

All I know is that it would be more than an hour.

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So instead of telling mom that I scraped my knee

I’ll keep this a secret and just wash the wound completely.

Mom doesn’t need to know so I can continue playing.

That sounds like a good plan, that’s all I’m saying.

©Maria Michaela

Bad Company

He made my heart skip a bit

But he also made me feel insecure

I was throwing myself at his feet

But still I was nothing more

Unchanged

His smile

His eyes

The way he looks

The way he walks

Chuckles and talks

All the same.

His lies

His deceit

The hopelessness

The heartaches

They are all the same too.

Somethings never change

But not me, not anymore.

Knife

Just because you don’t see, doesn’t mean I don’t bleed

Just because I smile, doesn’t mean I’m fine

I’m covered with insecurities and every single day is a fight to stay alive

This knife, this invisible knife, it cuts deep and everyday I struggle to breathe.

-Maria Michaela-

Is Anyone Out There?

Do you hear the silent screams?

See the scars that are invisible?

Tormented within

It’s so hard to explain

But is anyone listening?

Is there someone who can help?

Anyone?

I’m Dying Inside

I wish they could see my tears,

I wish they could come face to face with my fears.

I wish they knew how it truly hurts,

So mean words they wouldn’t blurt.

I wish they’d know I’m dying inside,

And see past the smile shown outside.

I wish they’d know how much I hate myself….

….so they will stop

I wish they’d just stop!